I had a most energising departure from Tancook Island this weekend! I’m not sure where my brain was; perhaps something to do with catching the 0900 ferry on a Sunday morning in far too mellow a mental state. I usually work through my departure routine totally smoothly and most carefully: empty the bins, defrag the fridge, put out the compost, turn down the heat etc. Sunday was different.
It’s a 5 minute drive to the ferry, and one of my neighbours very kindly gives me a ride when I have luggage. Islanders, by the way, are VERY punctual, having lived by ferry time all their lives. Harley has instilled in me the need to always be early, but he’s always earlier than I am, so this time we rather rushed off. Having dropped me at the dock, Harley headed back home. Then I checked my pocket: OMG, no iPhone. Palpitations set in. I can get by without a phone, but not perhaps my audio books, but worse yet, I’m about to be on the road again, where this gizmo is my lifeline.
Luckily we thought of calling my friend Hillary (one of the ferry crew knew her number – it’s in my iPhone, aargh, but not memorized), who dashed over to the cottage, where we were ringing the phone so she could find it, after which she then winged the phone over to Harley, who was able to race back to the ferry with five minutes to spare and save the day!